Emma, a.k.a EmmatheRedPanda said I can write a short story using non-original characters, so I'm taking the opportunity to try and write something about Hetalia. And yes, I know that I'm a day late. Sorry!

-Madsinator

Canada swore under his breath. He knew this was a bad idea from the start. He lifted his Nerf gun and cautiously peeked around the corner. It was empty. Good. Maybe if he ducked behind some of the potted plants that lined the wall, he would be able to get out the front door...

"Hey bro, whatcha doing over there."

As Canada turned to face his twin, he was met with a cheeky grin and a bullet to the chest. No. No way.

"America," He hissed. There was no way his brother was actually this stupid, no wait never-mind. This was America after all. He raised his Nerf gun and pointed it towards his American counterpart. He stepped towards him menacingly. In a split second, he turned from a person seeking escape to a man on a mission. This particular mission being to hit America with so many bullets that he would be sore for a week.

America, seeing the dark cloud that was starting to surround the Canadian, backed away slowly with his Nerf gun pointing to the ceiling. "Canada bro, I thought you came over for a little shoot out, not the reenactment of 1812."

Canada growled- actually growled- and stepped even closer, shooting a clip-full of bullets at America's chest. He grinned sadistically when he heard the superpower yelp and hiss from the mild pain that the plastic bullets caused.

"You idiot, this is supposed to be a meeting between our bosses, and you know how security gets when-"

"Hey! Stop right there!" Both nations turned at the sight of White House Security pointing guns at them. America cursed loudly as he was caught for the third time this month. His boss was not going to be happy. Canada, on the other hand, had other plans in mind. He jumped out the window, unnoticed by everyone except for his brother, who tried to drag him back. Luckily, the Secret Service took care of that first.

I wonder how long it will take for them to realise that it's just America, and not some terrorist.

Canada mentally gave himself a pat on the back as he landed safely on some strange shrubbery- god what was wrong with his brother- that was part of the special garden in the White House.

Shooting his brother- though only with Nerf guns- had unlocked some hidden part of Canada. He was now on a mission. A mission for revenge. As he took out his phone to arrange a flight to Cuba, Canada wondered if Mexico would be up for a Nerf gun fight against Cuba. He had to get his revenge somehow. And maybe take the two Latinos out for ice cream afterwards as an apology. He was Canadian after all.